O little room so dimly lit, yet comfort comes within.
To free me with celestial light,
from darkness and from sin.
Soft-spoken there are words that fall and tell Him of my sorrow.
And joy and freedom follow on:
et ego te absolvo!
O little room I gaze upon the cross upon your wall.
Of He who speaks onto my heart within that sacred stall.
“Be free, and fare thou well!”
― The Tempest
Paul Russell: Musings 